“Prolepsis” I now have a word for this thing I often experience. A wonderful essay on the human-animal bond, especially in regards to disability. I feel like I will often come back to this piece on days I am “wiped out” and surrounded by cats.
Proleptic. In rhetoric “the anticipation of possible objections in order to answer them in advance.”
The Swedish poet Kristina Lugn writes about the static nature of normalcy with a nod to a subject’s complicity, an irony known to all the disabled I’ve ever known. I’ve always admired these lines:
There are lots of women my age
who’ve even less reason to like themselves
but force others to do it anyway
even though they’re neither beautiful
nor in any way productive.
Perhaps its not that ridiculous after all
to use vegetable dyes.
Exercise is also good, especially for the brain.
And to express your feelings in ceramics.
Because then you get at the same time a bunch of stuff
that gives the home character.
Something to be proud of.
Prolepsis is a finely countenanced, socially agreeable internalized mode of oppression. All advertising depends…
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